Sherlock doesn't say anything, his lips in a hard, thin line, but he takes a step back and gives Howard his space. He can guess what Howard is about to do though he can't quite fathom why. The body collection vehicles would surely dispo--
He froze, glancing towards the sky.
The body collection vehicles. Where were they? He'd heard dozens of cannons so far - more deaths at one time than he could ever recall, in these arenas - but where were the imposing shadows of the collection vehicles.
He parts his lips to say something to Howard about it, as he looks back in the direction from which he's come - a dark chill suddenly coming over him as he thinks that maybe he left John there - his body open to the elements, still uncollected. How could John wake up in the capitol if his body was still there...?
Perhaps he was being paranoid. Perhaps he simply hadn't noticed the collection vehicles, hidden by the maddening constant sound all around them.
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He froze, glancing towards the sky.
The body collection vehicles. Where were they? He'd heard dozens of cannons so far - more deaths at one time than he could ever recall, in these arenas - but where were the imposing shadows of the collection vehicles.
He parts his lips to say something to Howard about it, as he looks back in the direction from which he's come - a dark chill suddenly coming over him as he thinks that maybe he left John there - his body open to the elements, still uncollected. How could John wake up in the capitol if his body was still there...?
Perhaps he was being paranoid. Perhaps he simply hadn't noticed the collection vehicles, hidden by the maddening constant sound all around them.